Too old to rock ‘n’ roll, too young to die!

A late birthday present to myself – a cheap (but very nice) Les Paul copy that I can noodle away on in the privacy of my bedroom. I’ve not owned or played a guitar in years, but fancied getting back into it.


Only, my youngest son has decided that this is evidence of another mid-life crisis. And anyone else that I’ve told about it have not exactly laughed in my face, but have all strained to maintain polite composure.

Seems that the societal pressure overall after 40 is to slow down, be serious and begin preparations for rot and decay.

Fuck that!

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